
One admission, after several readings of the first poem, I decided to make one minor edit. I think the word "sheets" flows better than "covers." I also added a title to the second poem, in case the reader misses to subject of the poem. Keep in mind, these are tweets.
#1
I gazed upon my whiskey girl, her form aglow and sated.
She slipped from underneath my sheets, rose, and pandiculated.
#2 The Brat
The loathsome brute, semblance of hate, He moans, he farts, pandiculates.
His richness smelt, his cry discerned, the diaper changed, no lesson learned.
#3 A Haiku
Pandiculating,
Cup void of amber whiskey,
The King yields to bed.
There you go, enjoy. Yep, this is why Whiskey Girl drinks.
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